Chapter 16
The hard point gave slightly as she circled her tongue around Vera's pink nipple. She sucked gently and moaned as Vera's delicate fingers found their way into her hair and pulled her closer, her body arching into Joan's mouth. She found it hard to keep a soft touch, while hearing Vera's pants and her fingers scraping gently into her scalp. Drawing Vera into her mouth was a far different feeling that having her mouth upon hers, or her tongue intertwined against her own. This was taking a part of her very vulnerable self. This part that was hidden beneath clothing from the world, a part that was covered in shame, and yet it rested softly against the soft muscle of her mouth, her taste buds absorbing and putting every nuance of Vera's taste to memory.
When Joan raised her head to move to Vera's other soft breast, she looked up and saw that Vera was looking at her tenderly, a few tendrils of Joan's hair wound around the tips of her fingers.
"This is amazing. You're amazing," she whispered, then closed her eyes and rested her head back on the bed.
A surge of heat shot through Joan. A proud, pleased feeling washed through her as she leaned down again and took Vera back into her mouth. Tenderly and patiently mouthing at her, while bringing her other hand up to softly caress the underside of the breast that constricted and ached for renewed touch.
Her own needs begin to pulse in her. A dull ache that was beginning to spread from her center into every limb. Every cell of her wanted to be melded with the body beneath her. How could it be possible to want to please and pleasure another human with such fierceness? She had for so long taken pleasure selfishly. Grabbing what she wanted without apology and disregarding the wants and needs of the other physical body participating. How much had she allowed herself to miss out on with another human? How long could she have lived not knowing that she could have experienced this every day if she so chose? Perhaps it needed a life of rushed fumbling, and occasional mismanaged orgasms to allow her to appreciate this all the more. This gorgeous woman beneath her touch, pushing herself against her, her breathing quick with the very whisper of Joan's name escaping her lips in a whisper so low it could hardly be heard. Her delicate, petite body could so easily be damaged by Joan and yet she let herself be trusting and defenseless. A rush of feeling overwhelmed Joan in a moment when she realized how lucky she was, and she groaned into Vera's pale skin. This is all she wanted. This is all she ever wanted until her dying day.
She gently released Vera from her mouth, and began to sweep her tongue around the outside of one nipple, then another. She kissed and caressed with her tongue on the underneath of each breast, tasting Vera's sweet sweat, tinted with the pheromones of sex and desire, then began with soft lips to mouth cushioning kisses down Vera's belly. She could feel the shivers that coursed through the small body, which caused an electrical pulse through her own self. It was as if the two were shooting transmissions between neurons, talking to each others bodies soundlessly but it time. When she reached Vera's navel, she stopped for a second to bite her own bottom lip momentarily before using her tongue to trace circles around it. Dipping in quickly, then leaving a deep kiss against it. This part of the body that connected every woman with her mother before her; this center of every woman that was so plain, so hidden, but so erotic. Joan groaned as Vera's hips began to raise slightly. Her body responding involuntarily to every one of Joan's touches.
Before she went any further, Joan sat up and looked down at the tender creature with a sheen of sweat beginning to blossom on her skin, her bird-like chest fluttering, and rested her hands of Vera's small hips.
"Do you want my mouth on you? I have to be sure. I want to taste you, but I do not want to unless you are sure. It's been a long time, Vera, but I want to pleasure you."
The only response Joan got was Vera pushing her head back into the bed and letting out a low moan, her hips bucking up against Joan's, her hands going up to grasp at her own breasts.
Joan's head bobbed slightly in a confirmation and with a flicker of excitement shining in her eyes, she moved herself down Vera's body and stopped to rest between her thighs. The soft hollow of each of Vera's small thighs called to her like sirens on the rocks.